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Riot Lyrics

from Plastic Surgery Disasters

"Riot" is track #9 on the album Plastic Surgery Disasters. It was written by Boucher, Eric Reed / Pepperelle, Raymond John / Lyall, Geoffrey / Henley, Darren.
"Riot" is track #9 on the album Plastic Surgery Disasters. It was written by Boucher, Eric Reed / Pepperelle, Raymond John / Lyall, Geoffrey / Henley, Darren.

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Rioting, the unbeatable high
Adrenalin shoots your nerves to the sky
Everyone knows this town is gonna blow
And it's all gonna blow right now

Now you can smash all the windows that you want
All you really need are some friends and a rock
Throwing a brick never felt so damn good
Smash more glass, scream with a laugh

And wallow with the crowds
Watch them kicking peoples' ass

But you get to the place
Where the real slave drivers live
It's walled off by the riot squad
Aiming guns right at your head

So you turn right around
And play right into their hands
And set your own neighborhood
Burning to the ground instead

Riot, the unbeatable high
Riot shoots your nerves to the sky
Riot, playing right into their hands
Tomorrow you're homeless
Tonight it's a blast

Get your kicks in quick
They're callin' the National Guard
Now could be your only chance
To torch a police car

Climb the roof, kick the siren in
And jump and yelp for joy
Quickly dive back in the crowd
Slip away, now don't get caught

Let's loot the spiffy Hi-Fi store
Grab as much as you can hold
Pray your full arms don't fall off
Here comes the owner with a gun

Riot, the unbeatable high
Riot shoots your nerves to the sky
Riot, playing right into their hands
Tomorrow you're homeless
Tonight it's a blast

The barricades spring up from nowhere
Cops in helmets line the lines
Shotguns prod into your bellies
The trigger fingers want an excuse, now

The raging mob has lost its nerve
There's more of us but who goes first
No one dares to cross the line
The cops know that they've won

It's all over but not quite
The pigs have just begun to fight
They club your heads, kick your teeth
Police can riot all that they please

Riot, the unbeatable high
Riot shoots your nerves to the sky
Riot, playing right into their hands
Tomorrow you're homeless
Tonight it's a blast

Riot, the unbeatable high
Riot shoots your nerves to the sky
Riot, playing right into their hands
Tomorrow you're homeless
Tonight it's a blast

Tomorrow you're homeless
Tonight it's a blast
Tomorrow you're homeless
Tonight it's a blast

Tomorrow you're homeless
Tonight it's a blast
Tomorrow you're homeless
Tonight it's a blast

Tomorrow you're homeless
Tonight it's a blast
Tomorrow you're homeless
Tonight it's a blast

Songwriters
Boucher, Eric Reed / Pepperelle, Raymond John / Lyall, Geoffrey / Henley, Darren

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